Submissions by nikkimoe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Schizophrenic
anesthetize the beast within
quite him before he arouses suspicion
do not let others hear his voice
he orates for your ears, for your mind
listen closely
heed his words
for you are his messenger
the one who will release him
time is of the essence
you must not make haste
the beast within wants out
yet the moon must be full
the planets must be aligned
soon he will make his presence felt
you must devitalize his cry
no matter how strong
his power will not come to fruition ...
quite him before he arouses suspicion
do not let others hear his voice
he orates for your ears, for your mind
listen closely
heed his words
for you are his messenger
the one who will release him
time is of the essence
you must not make haste
the beast within wants out
yet the moon must be full
the planets must be aligned
soon he will make his presence felt
you must devitalize his cry
no matter how strong
his power will not come to fruition ...
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Umi
A crying gypsy with a candle approached me
through her sobbing she told me
Umi sent her, she handed me
a white and black candle
the gypsy ran
she did not look back
Umi is my great grandmother
she passed 4 years ago at the age of one hundred thirty seven
she didn't look a day over fifty
she was spry too
we had a special bond
she taught me her magic
dark and light
she wasn't a witch
she came from a time when magic was medicine
her village could cure or sicken anyone
I held the candle
closed my eyes and...
through her sobbing she told me
Umi sent her, she handed me
a white and black candle
the gypsy ran
she did not look back
Umi is my great grandmother
she passed 4 years ago at the age of one hundred thirty seven
she didn't look a day over fifty
she was spry too
we had a special bond
she taught me her magic
dark and light
she wasn't a witch
she came from a time when magic was medicine
her village could cure or sicken anyone
I held the candle
closed my eyes and...
974 reads
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Doppelgänger
followed
by an ethereal being
who thinks it knows me
I deny
the relationship
yet it insists
it wants me
to remember
to wake up
it teaches
me soul travel
through whispers
trying to
reach that part
the part that remembers
I run through
past lives
trying to find the epoch
it pushes me
further back
in time
it tickles
my brain
with facts
navigating
the astral planes
it is my co pilot
the etheric double
invisible
yet we are connected...
by an ethereal being
who thinks it knows me
I deny
the relationship
yet it insists
it wants me
to remember
to wake up
it teaches
me soul travel
through whispers
trying to
reach that part
the part that remembers
I run through
past lives
trying to find the epoch
it pushes me
further back
in time
it tickles
my brain
with facts
navigating
the astral planes
it is my co pilot
the etheric double
invisible
yet we are connected...
835 reads
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Animus
He was
excessive
pathological
haunting
yet alluring
I followed
him down
way down
we fell
together
he showed me
the hell
which lived
inside
together we burned
some speak
of lost
souls
his was
dead
there was
a beauty
in his
fascinating
sickness
his dark
eyes glimmered
his animating principle
was a monster
bewitching and grotesque
a miscreation
yet
somehow
loving...
excessive
pathological
haunting
yet alluring
I followed
him down
way down
we fell
together
he showed me
the hell
which lived
inside
together we burned
some speak
of lost
souls
his was
dead
there was
a beauty
in his
fascinating
sickness
his dark
eyes glimmered
his animating principle
was a monster
bewitching and grotesque
a miscreation
yet
somehow
loving...
906 reads
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Keep Your Coin My Opinions Are Free
Picket fences
are for the
brainwashed
I choose
intelligence
over conformity
I want nothing
material is
meaningless
the universe is vast
as I am
I refuse to live in a box
are for the
brainwashed
I choose
intelligence
over conformity
I want nothing
material is
meaningless
the universe is vast
as I am
I refuse to live in a box
896 reads
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Anamnesis
Water
cleanses
the body
not the
mind or
soul
scrub
all you
want
the stain
will not
be removed
memories
are slippery
when wet
falling on
old pain
is easy
man made
time
does not
fade the scars
of the
soul
clocks
tick away
the minds eye
sees all
skeletons haven't
a closet to hide
reflection
hurts
the past...
cleanses
the body
not the
mind or
soul
scrub
all you
want
the stain
will not
be removed
memories
are slippery
when wet
falling on
old pain
is easy
man made
time
does not
fade the scars
of the
soul
clocks
tick away
the minds eye
sees all
skeletons haven't
a closet to hide
reflection
hurts
the past...
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Intisar
My name is Intisar
I was the Amira of the dream forest
until a nightmare changed everything
I will spend many lifetimes trying to rectify what happened
he turned the trees against me
he turned the forest against me
I was no longer welcome
in the forest of dreams
he cast an old spell
one that is not easily broken
I ruled the forest
the trees bowed to me
the trees protected me
now they guard him against me
he was a thought, an evil thought
just a nightmare
something born in the mind ...
I was the Amira of the dream forest
until a nightmare changed everything
I will spend many lifetimes trying to rectify what happened
he turned the trees against me
he turned the forest against me
I was no longer welcome
in the forest of dreams
he cast an old spell
one that is not easily broken
I ruled the forest
the trees bowed to me
the trees protected me
now they guard him against me
he was a thought, an evil thought
just a nightmare
something born in the mind ...
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A Productive Stoners Thoughts At Work
A guy at work starts talking about the circus
my brain runs with circus
I start thinking elephants,
circus elephants make me
think of peanuts
I think
shit I'm a fucking circus elephant
I work for peanuts
man, what a comparison
I see the circus lion in my head
which makes me remember the time
I went to the zoo with my mom
the lion had a prison like cage
he just paced back and forth
there were a group of people
one young girl in a wheelchair
the lion paced
he then lifted his leg up
he...
my brain runs with circus
I start thinking elephants,
circus elephants make me
think of peanuts
I think
shit I'm a fucking circus elephant
I work for peanuts
man, what a comparison
I see the circus lion in my head
which makes me remember the time
I went to the zoo with my mom
the lion had a prison like cage
he just paced back and forth
there were a group of people
one young girl in a wheelchair
the lion paced
he then lifted his leg up
he...
870 reads
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Grey Matter Of The Brain
thoughts
fucking thoughts
they consume me
cerebral
locked in
a mental prison
thinking
thinking
thinking
mentally engrossed
with my own thoughts
estimating everything
always thinking
over analyzing
hyper critical
breaking beautiful
down to ugly
in a matter of thoughts
logic is a weapon
I use it against myself
deducing everything
into nothing
over and over again
held hostage by my brain
fucking thoughts
they consume me
cerebral
locked in
a mental prison
thinking
thinking
thinking
mentally engrossed
with my own thoughts
estimating everything
always thinking
over analyzing
hyper critical
breaking beautiful
down to ugly
in a matter of thoughts
logic is a weapon
I use it against myself
deducing everything
into nothing
over and over again
held hostage by my brain
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Vapid
Blah
that's how I feel
just blah
nothing shines like
it used to
nothing seems real
or worth it
everything is just
a waste of time
writing this is
a waste of time
time
the fucking clock
ticking in my
tired face
bland
everything
is faded
sapless, boring
I really do try
to see the blue
in the sky
nothing but chem-trails
everything is dead
one way
or another
a bleak existence
mine
all mine
sitting in silence
enjoying it
whomever...
that's how I feel
just blah
nothing shines like
it used to
nothing seems real
or worth it
everything is just
a waste of time
writing this is
a waste of time
time
the fucking clock
ticking in my
tired face
bland
everything
is faded
sapless, boring
I really do try
to see the blue
in the sky
nothing but chem-trails
everything is dead
one way
or another
a bleak existence
mine
all mine
sitting in silence
enjoying it
whomever...
749 reads
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Drinking To Cry
Walking
and
stumbling
drunk
and
disorderly
crying
and
laughing
this is his fault
everything
all of it
I drink to release my emotions
otherwise tears would never fall
to strong and angry for that
something about the booze
gets my tears ducts working
armor that guards my sadness is weakened temporarily
allowing the exit of these old wounds
allowing the anger to subside momentarily
sadness is a welcome guest at this party
tears fall, the hurricane of my soul released...
and
stumbling
drunk
and
disorderly
crying
and
laughing
this is his fault
everything
all of it
I drink to release my emotions
otherwise tears would never fall
to strong and angry for that
something about the booze
gets my tears ducts working
armor that guards my sadness is weakened temporarily
allowing the exit of these old wounds
allowing the anger to subside momentarily
sadness is a welcome guest at this party
tears fall, the hurricane of my soul released...
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Geez Louise! The Heart Strikes Again
Geez
the heart strikes again
this time
crackhead lady at a gas station
crying and half naked
begging for a ride
how dare I say no
right?
maybe if my stupid heart
didn't feel bad
for everyone
I would still have a car
this is Detroit
come the fuck on
the heart clouded
my intuition, again
this shit is getting old
crackhead no pants
sure, get in
what the fuck is wrong with me
I had a lot of time
to ponder that question
walking home in the rain
about eight...
the heart strikes again
this time
crackhead lady at a gas station
crying and half naked
begging for a ride
how dare I say no
right?
maybe if my stupid heart
didn't feel bad
for everyone
I would still have a car
this is Detroit
come the fuck on
the heart clouded
my intuition, again
this shit is getting old
crackhead no pants
sure, get in
what the fuck is wrong with me
I had a lot of time
to ponder that question
walking home in the rain
about eight...
799 reads
9 Comments
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